Date: Sun, 6 May 2012 20:30:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tom Thomas <supercoolguy999@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Start of Something 7

Disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional. Any resemblances to reality
including: names, physical descriptions, actions, and events are purely
coincidental. This story contains explicit sexual contents regarding
consenting adults. If it is illegal for you to view such material, I
suggest you stop reading now. If not, I hope you will enjoy reading it as
much as I did writing.

NOTE: I apologize for the delay of this chapter. School had been incredibly
consuming. But, gladly, summer will come and I will be able to write on a
more regular basis.

The Start of Something 7
T. Vincent

"Hello!! Troy, you still there?" Jesse's voice boomed through the phone.

I lay there scared and immobilized by the sound of Eric's voice. My back
was still firmly placed against his body. We were so close to each other
that I could hear his heart beat in synchronization with mine; we were so
close I began to feel his hair raised and his blood circulating. He on the
other hand, was so close he could probably hear Jesse's heartbeats! I
didn't dare turn around and answer his question. My heart pumped so there
was this huge ringing in my ears. I bet Eric was experiencing every
sensation I was. After all, he was skin on skin next to me. I did not want
to be in this position right now! Now would be the proper time for me to
have a super power. To be able to freeze time and then rewind it to that
moment when I would NOT pick up the fucking phone was my only
wish. People's wishes never become reality. How the hell was I going to
answer Eric's question? `Oh! Cam is nobody! Just the guy I'm dating. No
big, right?' I lacked the fortitude to maintain decent composure around
Eric already, now a high-pressure interrogation? How in the world was I
going to properly explain any of this without looking like a complete
selfish ass?

"Better answer your friend." Eric broke the silence. "First."

Noted! "Um hey Jesse. I'm still here. Listen, not a good time right
now. I'll call you back later this afternoon." I wanted to stay as long on
the phone with Jesse's as possible but inevitably...

"OH? Ha ha. I see, somebody's getting a morning fuck in aren't they?" If
there was ever anytime in the world when the worst possible timing could
occur, it would be this moment. Why couldn't Jesse just shut the hell up
and end the conversation? I hung up, immediately.

I lay on my side feared to face Eric directly. I felt the bed moved and the
blankets rolled off me. Eric must've sat up. Why couldn't I have drugged
him right now? He grabbed my arm and rolled me over. He was staring,
intensely. I haven't been guilt tripped like this since I was five and my
parents caught me stealing.

"Cam was that guy that I met at the restaurant isn't he?" I paused at his
question, still guilt-ridden and a bit cornered. So I nodded. "And you're
dating him?" Another nod. "So, what am I to you?" Fuck! No, not a fuck. Why
couldn't it have been a yes or no question? I lay there and thought about
my answer. I knew what it was; I just didn't know how to properly place
it. I wished my feelings would get hurt instead.

"You're..." This pause sucked. "You're very attractive." What the hell did
I just say?

"I don't think that was my question." I know it wasn't your question smart
ass!

"Well, I like you." I saw changes in facial expressions, maybe this was the
right answer.

"So, if you like me then am I your boyfriend?" He smirked. Oh! Thing were
looking up for me. Shit! I didn't know how to answer this next
question. Maybe I should just say that.

"I don't know. I'm sorry Eric. I should've told you about Cam."

"Then why didn't you?"

"Because I like you and I didn't want to hurt your feelings."

He paused for a while and solemned, "Can't say it doesn't." We sat there
for what felt like an eternity. I haven't even gone out with him yet. Then
why did this felt like a break-up? Why did it feel like he was about to
attack me?

"I love you." Oh no. I would've preferred anything over this. Wait, this
was a good statement. Albeit really strange, it was a good thing to
hear. But, what should I say? Before I was able to formulate a possible
reply, Eric continued, "But I don't think this would work Troy." I felt my
muscle tension gave way and all of my functions shut down. "I don't want to
compete and I don't want to have to compete. I was expecting you to be
honest with me but you weren't." I mouthed what appeared to be `I'm sorry,'
but I was pretty sure it was meaningless.

Eric sat there and simply looked at me. I couldn't tell if he was
questioning the sincerity of my apology or if he was seething with
anger. After a while, he spoke again, "I would've like what we could've
possibly had. I just can't imagine..."

I took a deep breath and jumped out of the bed. I hastily dressed and
desperately tried to just leave as quickly as possible. Call me selfish,
call me immature, call me whatever; I just didn't feel like I was capable
of hearing what he was about to say and absorb them healthily. This was me
being dumped and he was trying as hard as he could to soften the
blow. Well, no matter what his efforts were, I didn't want to witness
them. The faster my escape, the less I would have to engage in what would
inevitably be more pain. Eric must've sensed what I was doing. I knew that
he wasn't finished but did it matter anymore? We were. Having finished
putting my clothes on I used whatever strength left in my legs and rushed
out of the bedroom. Eric wanted to follow me but I moved too quickly for
him. I could hear my name and "waits" and "please" but I couldn't be
tempted. I ran through his house, kicked his husky off me, and fiddled with
my car lock. Stupid keys. Stupid car. Why didn't I get the remote control
when the salesman asked? I pulled out of his driveway and ignored his
presence at the entrance. I stomped on the gas and just sped my way out of
his corner, having ignored my boss and his stupid prostitute on the front
yard. Probably was just his daughter. Whatever! Stupid wet, blurry vision.

I drove home in what felt like an eternity. My heart was racing so quickly
that I had to take deep breaths just to calm myself down. At one point, I
was intensely overwhelmed by how frightened, scared, and upset I was that I
pulled over and learned to breathe again. I regained my composure and
headed home. There I was, in my driveway, crying and hating myself. My face
was still hot and burning and I was sweating profusely. Maybe it was
because the sun heated my car. I ran into my house, undressed, and jumped
into the shower. I wanted to soak and hopefully in the process, drown. How
would one drown with a showerhead? Actually, I just wanted to relive how it
felt to be in his arms again when we were in the shower.

I sat on my porch and ate my sandwich. Why was it so difficult for me to
just tell him about Cam? Rationally, I think if I told Eric about Cam, he
would be more understanding. Right? But, what if I told Eric about Cam
right then and there when he had asked me, he would've dumped me in that
theater. Right? At least I wouldn't have slept with him then and I wouldn't
have felt like crap. Maybe I would have. What was there that would've made
him said, "Sure thing Troy. You got a boyfriend but I still want you! Let's
date!"? All these stupid thoughts gave me a headache. I just wanted to
spend the rest of the day in bed or something.  But I didn't. What was the
point in moping around and sulking? If anything, that would've made me feel
worse. I called Jesse.

"About damn time!" he bellowed.

"Can we have dinner tonight?" my voice was eclipsed compared to his. I
could tell Jesse was excited I called.

"What's wrong?" How the hell did he know? I figured if you'd knew someone
as long as we had, you could tell over the phone.

"I'll tell you over dinner."

"It's Cam isn't it?! That asshole did something didn't he?"

I chuckled a bit, "No, it's not Cam. It's someone else."

"Who? Did he hurt you? Or are you engaged with 3 kids and a dog?!" Jesse's
anticipation mounted.

"No. Not engaged. Tell you tonight. I'll bring groceries."

"Oh, okay. I'll see you tonight. I hope you're not raped."

"I'm fine. Later." I hung up and just leaned back on the chair. I allowed
my mind to wander about Eric. The whole situation was my fault. He did have
pretty good reasons to be upset. I just didn't think THAT upset. Actually,
he was a bit too upset. It wasn't like we were dating! We were just having
sex and not even that much. If anything, I was gipped. And yet, he was
already "In love!" How did he fall in love when he didn't even know me? I
wasn't the one who rushed into things, he was. All of this was nothing but
a stupid crush that went awry. Usually, I would have a crush on a guy and
fixated on him for about three weeks. I'd ruminate about him and lay in bed
night after nights fantasizing and masturbating to the concept of him and
me. So, this one time, my fantasy actually came true and it shattered right
in my face. I would've gotten over this already had I not became so
vulnerable to this guy. I was right to begin with; another Eric did hurt
me. Well, never again. Why should I become so emotionally attached to him
anyways? He rejected me and made me felt as if I was the most horrible
person in the world. There was never any reason for him to guilt me into
feeling like this; I was aware that I did a bad thing by not telling him
the truth but he shouldn't have been so directly vicious. He sat there and
gutted me with his eyes and his "torn" emotions. And I allowed him. No!
Never again. I won't be that vulnerable emotionally again; enough for a man
to make me feel horrible. As if I didn't spill my heart out to him about my
past. That wasn't enough of an indicator that I've felt hurt
before. Probably even more than what he was feeling. Did I really deserve
to feel so guilty? I took two Ibuprofens.

"Your total is $32.57." The cashier handed me my groceries. I made my ways
to my car; having skipped sometimes and danced a bit. The moment I had
finished stuffing my trunk my cell rang. Eric?

"Hey baby?!" Stop calling me that!

"Hey Cam. How are you? What's going on?"

"Nothing. Just finished a big part of the conference today. I miss you."
Well, actually, just that made me feel a whole lot better. Cam was there
for me (not literally) but at least he missed me. At least he didn't make
me feel like I was a selfish shit! At least he didn't make me cry. Where
was that Ibuprofen?! "Troy? You there?"

"I'm still here. I miss you a lot Cam. Come home!" Might as well act like a
selfish shit.

"I wish! We could be in a hot tub or a pool right now sipping wine and
kissing." Actually, that was a pretty good suggestion. Having considered my
last foray in the pool ended in misery. Actually, why did they all have a
pool?! Well, I bet my experience with Cam would be better than mine with
Eric. Considering I will never hear from Eric ever again. Nor will Cam ever
hear about Eric... ever.

"Please come home!"

"I wil soon baby. I'll be home around Tuesday evening. Want to spend the
night with me?" Hell yes.

"NO! Come home earlier!" There was a point in everyone's lives when they
need someone there to hear them whine and complain. I could pull this
pouting act and this sad face thing all night and Cam would love every part
of it. So I was going to, at least until he stopped me by telling me that I
was a whiny little girl.

"Quit whining. I'll be home Tuesday evening and I have the rest of that
week off. We can do everything you want."

"Everything?" This sugary, mopey, whiney shit was getting kind of old.

"Yes. I'll... compensate for being away for that many days."

"Okay. Well, spending the night with you will be compensation enough."

"Good. So, what are you doing tonight? It's only 5:15 ish there, you going
out tonight?"

"Nah. Me and Jesse are cooking dinner. I'm actually on my way over to his
house with the grocery."

"Well, you guys have fun. Tell Jesse I said hi. I'm gonna go take a shower
and head out for drinks with the guys."

"Okay! Have fun! Bye!" The guys? Oh, probably those straight boys from the
company. Somewhere I had hoped they would all elect to go to the stripper
joint.

"Okay. Bye. I lov..." he paused. I was sure he was equally shocked as I was
about that "slip." Last thing I need to hear was "I love you." Last time I
heard that... Well, I was there. "I'd love to see you soon." That was by
far the worst save I've ever heard. But I went along with it and hung up.

I got in my car and headed to Jesse's place. The entire time I just let my
mind wander and searched for my feelings. Somewhere along the exchanges
between Cam and myself, I lost my feelings. Should I feel elated and
ecstatic that Cam was still in my life? Or should I mourn Eric?

"Should I be sad that Eric dumped me?" I spoke as Jesse opened the door.

"Um... Is this how we're greeting each other now?" He raised an
eyebrow. "And who's Eric? Actually, just come in, white or red?"

"White."

We carried the groceries in to the kitchen, unpacked and Jesse poured me a
glass. "So, who's Eric again?"

"Eric was the guy at the symphony." I started seasoning the pork
chops. Jesse didn't say anything. He just glanced at me and continued to
chop the vegetables. Pretty sure he was expecting me to continue; I was
never good at telling stories. We drank our wine and I told Jesse about
what happened with me and Eric. He didn't say much. I wished there would be
some judgments being passed.

"So, obviously, Cam doesn't know about Eric." He pensively stuffed the pork
chops.

"No. And at this point, I'm content with him not knowing." The heat of the
kitchen must've gotten to me since I could see my perspirations landed on
the counter.

"Do you think that's fair to Cam?" He glanced out of the corner of his
eyes.

"No. I'm really afraid of actually being hurt now. Before, at least I
didn't have anybody so there wasn't much being lost. Yesterday, I had two
men, if I told the truth now, I'll have none. I don't think I could handle
losing two guys in the span of less than a month. If anything... won't that
look slutty?" Not that I really minded if it did seem slutty.

"Just a bit." That made me smile; at least somebody was honest (definitely
not me).

We put dinner in the oven and headed outside; Jesse had a cute little
backyard with all these trees and flowers. I sat down and thought about how
fair it was to Cam. Jesse didn't say anything but I knew he wanted to. He
probably felt that the timing wasn't right. I personally didn't mind the
criticism; considering I was at fault.

Jesse walked around and squirted his plants, "Don't be so sad. You're just
blowing things out of proportions and so did Eric."

"You really think so?"

"Yeah. You just met this guy for a day and slept with him. Then he freaked
out because he found out accidentally, partly my fault, that you're also
seeing another guy. I don't think it sounds bad. I think you're just
exploring your options. He sounded like an incredibly possessive and
jealous person."

I never thought of Eric as possessive or jealous. I attributed those traits
mainly to Cam; in fact, it wasn't even fair to attribute any personality
traits to Cam. I knew more about Eric than I did Cam. That was my fault
more than anything. Cam and I rarely spoke about him, which was odd for
newly dating couples. When we were out, all Cam was interested in was
me. He wanted to make sure he knew where I went to school, who my parents
were, my goals and aspirations; but never would he talk about
himself. Maybe he just didn't like to talk about himself because he was
still "coming out." No... Could that be it? Would someone who was in the
process of coming out rather wanted, at least, anybody, to talk to about
it?

"How are things with you and Hank?" I changed the subject. I figured enough
moping, dinner with friends was supposed to be good occasions. Plus,
talking about Eric wouldn't make me feel any better; I would just feel
deflated.

Jesse smacked, "It's going pretty well. We're taking things slow right
now." Maybe talking about Jesse's new relationship wasn't the best thing
either. I felt a bit jealous at the moment. I was sure Jesse could sense
it. He reverted back to the Cam. "Cam's been away for a day now huh?" What
the hell kind of question was that?

I stared at him a bit bewildered and relatively confused why he
asked. Jesse continued, "You miss him?"

"A bit."

"Well, have I a surprise for you because he's in the living room right now
waiting for you!" Jesse bellowed.

"WHAT?!" I jumped out of my seat.

"HA HA. Just kidding! Thought I'd at least raise your mood a bit." He
laughed and sat down on the swing with me. We spent the whole night
chatting about random things and lamented nonexistent relationships. Jesse
had a good point about my relationship with Eric. It was completely
different from my relationship with Cam and our interactions. He had me
make a list of who was better and in what aspect. Needless to say it was
the stupidest list I've ever made. First, clearly Eric was better in bed. I
haven't had Cam, yet. Second, Eric was better at shower sex. All Cam did
was peeked at me in there, surely he could've done more. Third, Eric was
better at pool sex; Cam has a pool. Honestly, the list of things Jesse
wanted to do was stupid. They all involved sex. I felt like the list
pertained more to Jesse than me. On a completely non-sexual level, I
couldn't begin to rank them. Who was better kisser? Who had a better penis?
Who had a nicer body? Okay, on an actual non-sexual list, I still couldn't
compare or contrast the two. Regardless, Eric was now out of the
picture. No more Eric. No more great kisses, great penis, great body. But
now I get Cam; so plenty of great kisses, great penis (eventually), and
great body.

Ring. I jumped from my sofa after sitting there and stared outside for
thirty minutes. Cam was home. Well, not home but he was here. I opened the
door and looked at my handsome guy, standing there in his shorts and
T-shirt with a grin. I lunged, grabbed his head, and planted the biggest,
sloppiest, and horniest kiss. He just smiled as he tried to fight back my
lips. We stood at my entrance and made out for quite a while. I've waited
the whole weekend and Monday for him to come back. Truth be told, I missed
Cam; it was nice when Cam was around. I took the rest of the week off so
that I could be with Cam. We didn't exactly plan any vacations seeing as
how he just got back from one. Maybe we should go to the beach or
something.

Cam the surprised me by picking me up and carried me into my house, all the
while maintaining our lip-lock. He might've been gone for a few days but it
sure felt like a long century. He laid me down on my couch and proceeded to
run his hands up my shirt and played with my nipples. I moaned and it
spurred him even more. Cam's body pressed onto mine as he used his thighs
to spread my legs. Pretty smooth transition if you asked me. I held his
face tightly as we make out like high school kids. Cam ran his hand down to
my butt, hoisted me up, and pressed his obvious hard-on against the crevice
of my butt. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist. Maybe Jesse
was right, people didn't learn bottoming; they were born hoisted. Each time
Cam would lash my tongue with his he would thrust against me and I would
flinch. Whatever happened to taking things slow Cam?

He broke our kiss, sat up, and gasped for air. He spoke, staggering through
his breath, "Wow... did... something... happen... baby?" If you only
knew. I just smiled and pulled him back down to my lips. Cam stopped
me. What the hell Cam?

"You better take it slow baby, before I rape you." He smiled deviously.

I continued my effort, "You can't rape the willing Cam."

"You can if they're virgins. I'm very tempted right now baby and I'm afraid
I could hurt you."

"Hurt me?" I tilted my head, Cam nodded. "Hurt me how?"

Cam took a deep breath, "Well, I could... let's not talk about this at the
moment. You packed?" What the hell kind of answer was that? I wanted to
talk about it right now. Instead, I just nodded and jutted towards my
bags. Cam smiled, "Good. Let's go to my house, take a shower... together"
he winked. "Then we go to dinner and we'll discuss things."

"Yes, I would like to talk about `things' too." I pouted. I figured at this
point, I could really milk the younger innocent boy thing with the latent
kink and get away with it completely around Cam. I was right.

Cam stood up with his hard-on still tenting his shorts. He grabbed my hands
and lifted me off the couch and patted my hard-on. He smiled and grabbed my
bags and carried them to his car. As soon as I got in the passenger seat,
Cam planted a kiss on me and turned the car on.

"I miss you so much."

I was happy.

To be continued...

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